He wasn’t in the mood for this.

After just coming back inside the palace, daydreaming about meeting his father for the first time in 20 years, he felt something hit his face. Telemachus recoiled, grunting in pain as he felt his cheek. He looked up at saw Antinous, grinning and standing up from his chair, walking over to Telemachus.

“Boy.. when’s your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband?” The suitors from all around them chuckled, enjoying the show. Antinous leaned down towards Telemachus, grinning wickedly. “Why don’t you open her room so we can have fun with her?”

Telemachus’ eyes flared with anger. “Don’t you dare call my mother a tramp!” He shouted, pissed off at this man’s language.

“I just did.. whatcha gonna do about it, champ?” Antinous chuckled, cocking an eyebrow.

You watched from aside. You were one of the younger servants for the palace, only around Telemachus’ age. And you didn’t like how this suitor was talking to him.